Chapter Nineteen

Six Weeks Later

Summer

I’m sitting at the table on the back deck. Rae is sleeping in her mobile swing next to me while I watch Gus play in the yard. Donnie is grilling steaks for dinner, and I can’t help but think that everything is perfect. But, you’re going to have to leave them one day. The thought creeps back into my mind, unwelcome, as it has every day since she was born.

I lay awake that Sunday night after we learned that Rae would be safe in the sunlight, and the realization that she and Donnie would live on forever without Gus and me made me weep. I crept from our bed, locking myself in the bathroom while Donnie slept, and cried for hours.

The next night I dreamt of them, Rae as an adult with her still unaged father at my funeral, while I watched them say goodbye to me. I have been trying to find a way to approach Donnie about the subject, but no time has felt right. I resolve to ask him tonight after we put the kids to bed, and I won’t take no for an answer.

Later that night, after eating, once Gus is sound asleep, I nurse Rae to sleep then place her gently in the bassinet next to our bed. Donnie is lying with his head on his pillow, eyes closed. When I walk around and sit on the edge of the bed next to him, I ask, “Are you asleep?”

“No, just resting my eyes. What is it, baby? Something has been on your mind all week. Tell me, please, so I can fix it. I don’t want you fretting nonstop.” He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, pulling me down to kiss him. I get lost in his touch and let him kiss me passionately. Breaking away from his kiss, I look into his silver eyes and see something there I haven’t seen in quite a while. I smile at him and nod.

“Yes, but first, I want to talk to you, sir.” I know that the past six weeks, while I healed from Rae’s birth, have been as hard for him as they have been for me.

I long to be back in his arms, in his dungeon with him buried inside of me. My sir, always. I squeeze my eyes closed against the images his arousal has made swim in my mind. Opening my eyes, I see him looking at me inquisitively, waiting for me to go on and tell him what has been keeping me awake at night.

I don’t wait any longer and simply blurt it out. “I want you to change me, Donnie.” My words make him cringe, but I continue on, “I can’t lose you, and I can’t grow old while I watch you and Rae remain young, knowing that you two will live on forever without me.”

“Summer, I won’t. No. I can’t—” His words feel like he has slapped me in the face, and it is my turn to flinch back from him. I rise from the bed, turning my back to him and covering my mouth with my hand, holding back the scream building in my chest. When I turn back around to face him, I know my eyes are filled with fury.

“Which is it? You can’t or you won’t?” I spit the words at him, anger flowing through my body, the urge to smack him and beat my hands on his chest while I beg him to grant my request is growing inside me, and I step backward away from him. I need more space between us, so I don’t make a fool of myself.

Donnie stands from the bed and steps towards me. “Summer.” I put my hands out to stop him.

“Don’t. Don’t come near me, Donnie. Answer my question. You can’t, or you won’t?”

He remains by the bed, giving me the space I’ve requested from him. “I won’t.” He drops his head and won't meet my gaze when he says it.

My heart shatters, and I crumple to the ground, the tears I have been fighting bursting forth, and I let out the still building wail in my chest.

***

Donnie

I watch Summer collapse onto the floor, wailing, tears streaming down her face. I know I have broken her heart. I know she has been thinking this through for weeks, and I suspected as much. I have been fearing this day since we found out we were having Rae, the day when she would ask me to do what I am physically able to do but will not.

I will not risk taking her life in an attempt to keep her with me forever. I have thought about it from every angle. I know that if I bite her in an effort to change her into what I am, the moment I taste her blood, I won't be able to keep myself from bleeding her dry.

I cover my face with my hands. I can’t see her like this. This is the one thing I cannot give the woman I love, the one thing that I cannot fix for her. I close the gap between us in two large steps and bend down, taking her in my arms. I lift her and carry her still sobbing form to the bed.

***

Summer

Donnie sits down on the bed and settles me onto his lap, pressing his forehead to mine. “Look at me, baby,” he commands.

Doing as I’m told, I raise my eyes to his, and I see the pain in them. “Remember when we decided that we would not put Rae through any unnecessary risks? This is the same. I will not risk your life unnecessarily.” His words sadden me because I know that they mean he will not be swayed in his decision. He thinks this is a risk to me, and as my Dom and partner, he has always told me it is his job to protect me. He would never put me in harm's way. I know I will never win this fight.

I rest my head on his shoulder and let him hold me, mourning the loss of my family, even though it is one I will not face for years to come. When no more tears come, and my head is sore from all of my crying, I lift my face to his and kiss him on the cheek.

“I love you,” I whisper into his ear. Still unable to shake the fear that he doesn’t want me for an eternity.

“I love you, Summer. I’m sorry, baby. Please understand—”

I cut him off by laying my hand over his lips. “Shh, I understand. I do. It’s okay, sir.” I emphasize the word sir and wiggle my behind on his lap. Lifting me with him as he stands from the bed, he turns and lays me back onto it, then slides his hands down my sides to the waistband of my pajama shorts, curling his fingers under the band, he pulls them down. Exposing me to him, he closes his mouth over my waiting sex. As he does, I inhale sharply and tangle my hand in his hair.

“Arms above your head, don’t move,” he growls up at me from his position between my legs. I feel his rough stubble brush against the tender skin on my inner thigh and moan at the sensations spreading through my body. Raising my arms above my head, I cross my wrists and settle them back onto the bed, keeping myself pinned in place by the sheer power of my mind.

“Yes, sir,” I gasp through my moans.

As he runs his tongue through my folds to my apex, I squirm, and he pulls his mouth from me, letting out a low growl again. I steady myself and focus on my breathing. It has been so long since I have had his hands and mouth on my body. My need is too much for me to handle, and I have a hard time following his commands.

Lowering his mouth to my waiting pussy again, he nips at my clit, and I cry out, then internally hush myself, afraid of waking the sleeping baby nearby. The hot pressure of his tongue on my folds makes my inner muscles clench, wishing he were inside me. He slides a finger into my waiting pussy, and I tighten around him as if on cue. Pulling him into me deeper and encouraging him to slide another, and then another in, his tongue still teasing my clit with soft circles and an occasional nip. I can feel the sharpness of his teeth on me, and the pain brings me to the edge of an orgasm already.

“Sir, I need—” I’m cut off by my own moan as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me and finds the perfect place on my inner wall, rubbing me there over and over.

“Shit! I need to come. Please?” Panting out the words, I tense my thighs, and he takes hold of me. Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed and buries his tongue inside me. Sucking at my hot core.

The muscles deep in my belly clench, and I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to hold back the growing orgasm. He owns me body and soul, this man. He devours me for so long I’m gasping, begging him with my body to fuck me. Grinding against him.

Finally, I tell him so. “Fuck me, sir. Please, I need you.” I hear him chuckle as he slowly rises from me and slides out of his shorts.

His erection is pressed flat against his stomach, so hard and ready for me. I make a move to reach down and wrap my hand around his length, but his eyes tell me I’m not released from my position. Lowering his body over mine as he stands at the edge of the bed, he reaches up with one hand and closes it around my wrists, pinning them to the bed. With the other, he reaches down and grabs hold of the base of his cock, rubbing it up and down my soaking pussy. When he slides into me, I moan again as he covers my mouth with his.

His tongue pushes open my mouth and fills it. I taste my own arousal on his lips and suck at his tongue, relishing the flavor of it. Donnie continues to inch ever so slightly in and out of me, teasing me with the head of his cock. I tense around him, trying to pull him in.

“Eager little slut aren’t you?” He laughs at me.

“Yes, sir. I need to be fucked like your good little whore. Please?” My words push him over the edge, and he thrusts forward into me, burying himself inside of my waiting pussy. I cry out around his kiss again, and he continues to laugh at my eagerness to be fucked.

His hand digs into my wrists as he releases my mouth and drops his head to my breast, biting at them through my soft sports bra. They’re tender and swollen with my milk, and I gasp at the assault on them. It sends waves of pleasure through my body to my cunt as he continues to pound forward into me.

The feeling of his balls slapping against my ass as he fucks me makes me smile up at him. When he raises his head from my chest, his eyes are glowing silver in the dark room. He has started to relax so much over the past few months that he has allowed me to see more and more of his true self. My smile grows when I see it. I know it means that he is losing his control and will let me come soon.

“What are you smiling at, you little vixen?” he asks me through gritted teeth. “Do you think that you’re so smart in thinking I’m going to come and you’ll be allowed to?”

Widening my eyes at his words, I shake my head from side to side, my mouth making the shape of an “O” at my thoughts being found out. Donnie stands, still buried in me to the hilt and then slowly slides out of me, leaving me cold on the bed without his body against me. I don’t dare move my arms. Instead, I lie stiff as a board with them pinned to the mattress above my head, begging him with my eyes to keep fucking me.

“Rollover, up on your knees,” he commands releasing me from my position. Doing as I’m told, I roll and shift my knees under myself. The feeling of my juices running over my thighs makes me softly smile as I get onto all fours, presenting my ass and wet pussy to him. I see him in my peripheral vision as he goes to the dresser and opens the far left drawer.

When he turns back towards me, he holds a small, black leather flogger in his hand. I shimmy on the bed, a thrill of excitement running through my body. It’s been so long since we played this way, too long. I hear the snap of the leather in the room as he takes a few practice swings. Getting back into the swing of things, I think to myself, then giggle at my own little joke.

I feel his hand on my lower back as he leans over to my ear and whispers, “What’s so funny?” His breath tickles my ear, and I shiver under his touch.

“Nothing, sir.” I giggle again.

“Something,” he points out as he slides his hand down my back and over the curve of my behind. “Tell me.” His hand punctuates his words as he smacks my cheek, and I squeal. He rubs a small circle over the already reddening ass cheek, and I arch my back, pushing it out for him.

“I was just thinking that you were, getting back into the swing of things.” I giggle out the words, fully aware that this is only funny to me and unsure of why I can’t stop laughing about it.

“Oh, you think I’m out of practice?” He teases me with small pats on my ass, then steps back, switching the flogger to his dominant hand and bringing it down on my pinking cheeks.

The feel of the leather against my skin makes me balk, and then a sensual smile spreads across my face.

“Thank you, sir,” I rasp out the words, my arousal growing again.

I hear the swoosh of the flogger moving through the air again a split second before it meets my skin for the second time. Fire spreads through my body, the warmth on my skin growing with my need. My inner muscles clench, and I squirm, wanting the sweet release that I’ve been denied.

“You think I’m out of practice?” Donnie questions as he brings the flogger down on my ass a third time.

The falls of it biting into my skin at the top of my thigh. I yelp. “No, sir.”

“I didn’t think so,” he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe and pulling with his teeth. The sensation shoots through my body to my pussy, and I whine.

“Sir, please?” I beg him.

“Please what?” he asks, running his tongue over the sensitive skin on the side of my neck.

“More. I need more, sir.” I pant.

Stepping back away from me, he starts to bring the flogger down again and again, five quick smacks over my ass. When he pauses to rub out the sting, the burn of my skin spreads, and I know it is hot under his hand. Bright red, and still I need more.

“More,” I gasp. “sir, please.”

Giving me what I want, he continues to flog me, the leather hitting my ass, thighs, and pussy. Every time he brings it down onto my body, the snap of it fills the room, mixing with my moans. My arms are shaking with the strain of holding me up, and sweat starts to build up on my body, my juices running freely down over my thighs as I squeeze them together against the growing orgasm there.

“Are you ready to come for me, baby?” he asks, the sound of his voice is harsh, and I know he is ready to take me again.

“Yes, sir. Please?” I gasp out the words, panting now.

Positioning himself behind me, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, then pushes into me in one hard thrust. My ass meets his body, and the sting of the already spreading bruises sends me over the edge.

“Hold on.” He grinds out the words. “I want to come while you do, baby.”

Pistoning in and out of me, he reaches up and takes a handful of my hair, arching my back and pulling me down on him harder, driving himself into me. His balls smack against my clit as he fucks my hungry body. Eager for more, I push myself back on him and tense. As my body starts to shake, my arms give out, and I collapse forward onto the bed, shoving my face into the blankets, crying out.

“That’s it, come for me now, milk me with this tight pussy.” Donnie’s words snap something inside of me, and my orgasm explodes around him, my cum coating his cock as he continues to fuck me.

Turning my head to the side, I rest my cheek on the sheets and pant heavily. “Thank you, sir.”

“I’m not done with you yet.” He digs his fingers into my hips, and tightening his grip on me, he shifts me back and forth, using me to pleasure himself. “God, you feel amazing, Summer.”

***

Donnie

Using my grip on Summer's hips, I pull her back onto my cock, the swelling in it is so immense, I’m throbbing. I feel her tense around my length, and I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to maintain my control, not yet. I need her to come again. I release her hip with one hand and reach around her body, finding her clit with my fingers.

“Come for me, baby, come again.” I prompt her as I pick up my speed with my fingers. I pull nearly all the way out of her hot, slick pussy and then pound myself forward again into her. Rubbing quick circles over her taught bud, I bring her close to her next climax, and she pushes her face into the bed, silencing her moans.

Her inner walls quiver around me as she comes undone, and I feel her cum gush out around my swollen member. Quickly I pull myself from her and grab the base of my cock, squeezing hard to hold back my own climax.

With my other hand still on her hip, I flip her over on the bed, grab her hand and jerk her up to a standing position. She sways with the quick movement, and I steady her, placing my hand on her shoulder. Then pushing gently, I signal for her to kneel in front of me. As she settles onto her knees, she opens her mouth. Roughly I take hold of the back of her head and push her forward onto my length. I feel myself harden, and my balls tighten as she sucks my cock, hard.

“Swallow, all of it,” I command her, jerking her head back with my hand still in her hair and using her mouth. I own her body. She is mine. The thought sends me over the edge, and my cock twitches as I shoot my hot cum down her throat. I shove her forward onto my length one final time and feel myself hitting the back of her throat, and she gags as I continue to fill her mouth with my cum.

“That’s right, baby, suck me,” I tell her, releasing her head from my hand and letting her slowly slide my dick in and out of her mouth, sucking the last drops of cum from me. Summer’s lips wrap around my shaft, squeezing it out of me. Tossing my head back, I moan up to the ceiling.

It has been far too long. I need more. I need her in my dungeon now. I need to erase the memories in her mind of the brothers and show her who owns her heart, body, and soul. But I know she must be sore and tired, and I need to let her rest. I gently cup her cheek in my hand and smile down at her.

“God, I love you, Summer,” I say as she continues to suck my over-sensitive dick into her mouth. I chuckle at her and hold my hand out for hers. When she releases me from her mouth, she places her hand in mine, and I help her to her feet.

“Let’s get you into bed and get some rest, baby,” I say as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her around to the other side of the bed. Carefully I lower her onto it and climb in behind her, wrapping my body around hers. I rest my cheek on the top of her head and inhale her scent. The smell of her strawberry shampoo makes me smile. I’m so grateful to have my family and this woman in my life. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her.

***

Summer I drift in and out of sleep in Donnie’s arms after our lovemaking, still sad about his refusal to change me. Even though I understand his reasoning behind it, it still hurts to think of our life as I age, and he does not. Knowing there is nothing I can do to change his mind does not soothe the ache in my heart of knowing that I will one day leave my little girl. Grown as she may be at the time, Rae will one day have to face an eternity without her mother to help guide her. That’s when the thought comes to me, Melody and Finn.

***

Friday

Summer

I lie in bed with Rae the following day, playing with my sweet girl. Donnie left early for work and took Gus to school. The house is quiet, all except for the soft shaking of the rattle I hold out for Rae. I watch her examine it and learn from her surroundings. Her chubby little hands close around it, and she pulls it from my hand to her mouth.

I lay awake half the night, trying to come up with a plan. I know very little about Finn and what that means for him and Melody. I do know that if the legends and fairytales of our childhood are true, the two will long outlive me. I decide I will tell her everything when we go to Ireland, and I will ask her to watch over my little girl for as long as she can.

I watch as Rae sucks on the end of her rattle, and then her eyes slowly drift closed as she falls asleep. Kissing her on the forehead, I gather her in my arms and hold her close to my chest. I cherish the time that I have with her, determined to find a way to make it last forever. Still heartbroken by Donnie’s refusal, when I close my eyes, I think of the Brothers’ promise to change me, and guilt rushes through me.

***

Donnie

I sit in my cruiser out front of my office for a long time, picturing Summer crumpled on the floor of our bedroom, sobbing at my refusal to turn her. I have to find a way, some way to keep the woman I love with me for an eternity. I cannot stand to hurt her, and seeing her pained broke my heart. But I will not allow myself to take her life accidentally in an attempt to turn her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. There has to be a way.

***

Summer

After dinner that night, Donnie and I sit curled on the couch together long after the kids are in bed.

“Donnie, tell me about your life before me? I mean, you spent so many years as a vampire before we met. What was it like?” I fish for information, my singular goal in mind.

“It was lonely, for the most part. I spent little time in each place I traveled, keeping people at a distance. Especially in the early years when I didn’t trust myself around humans.” He rubs my arm gently as he talks. “There were a few friends here and there, Leo—” He cuts himself off when he says Leo’s name.

“He was my friend for decades. I thought I could trust him.” He sits quietly then. I know he is thinking about the past and the things Leo did to our family.

“Please don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known. Plus, Rae is here now, and we are both safe.” I try to think of how to get him back on track with my questioning. “Did you have other friends, other vampires? Besides Leo?”

“A few, there are some that I still have contact with. I called them when you were gone and I needed information. But for the most part I haven’t associated myself with them, I’ve not lived the life they do. Summer?” He shifts on the couch so he can see my face. “Why are you asking me this?”

Sighing, I tell him. “I simply want to know more about you and your life, all of your life.” Reaching out, I take his hand in mine and rub my thumb across the ring he wears there. It gives me an idea I hadn’t thought of before, Magic. “Tell me about this again,” I prompt, hoping to learn more, anything that I can use to convince him.

“My ring? It’s charmed. The spell in it protects me from the sunlight. I’ve told you this before.” He takes it off and holds it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it, looking at the etchings inside.

“I know, but how did you get it?” I nudge him further. I need to know if there is a way, and if he is refusing because he blames me and can’t bear the thought of staying with me forever. If there are no other options, then I’ll have my answer.

“A warlock made it for me. After I was turned, I met Leo. He found me in the city one night. I was feeding on a man I found raping a woman in an alley, and Leo approached me. He took me under his wing then, and that’s when we became friends. Shortly after, he introduced me to Alec, the warlock who made this for me.” He puts the ring into my outstretched hand, and again I’m taken aback by the beauty of the softly glowing words inside.

“Is he still around? Alec?” I ask as I slide the ring back onto his finger, settling it into place.

“He is. I spoke to him earlier in the year. He is the one who told me where to find you.” The way that he is speaking about this to me makes me feel guilty for prying information out of him with a hidden agenda, and I feel a flush spread over my cheeks. I turn away, hoping he won't notice.

“Are you going to tell me what this is all about now?” I sheepishly raise my eyes to meet his gaze, and he raises an eyebrow at me.

“I was hoping you knew someone.” Sighing. I look down at my fingers, twisting them together in my lap. “Someone who could help us, so you could turn me. Or they could?”

Anger flashes across his face for an instant at my deception. “Summer,” he breathes out my name. “I can’t, and I wouldn’t trust someone else to try.”

“But if you were there to stop them, if they got carried away.” I rush out the words.

“No, and don’t ask again,” he says in his Dom voice, and I know the subject is closed. I have to stop.

But I simply can’t help myself, and I push him further. “Donnie, there has to be someone, some way to make this work, or is this because you can’t bear the idea of being with me forever?”

“Get up, Summer.” I stand on his command, staying next to the couch, looking down at him. He stands then, looking right into my eyes. “What did I say?”

“To drop it, sir.” I drop my head, and my eyes, staring down at the floor.

“Move.” Donnie pushes his hand on my lower back, and I’m shoved forward in the direction of the basement, the dungeon. A thrill shoots through me, it has been so long, and I’m eager to be there with him again.

Looking back over my shoulder, I see the look in his eyes and know that this will not be the playtime I’m hoping for. As I descend the stairs and cross the media room, I stop just outside the closed door and kneel, positioning myself for him. Presenting myself to my sir, waiting. I watch as he unlocks the door and slips in, closing it behind himself. We have been through this routine so many times, I tense. My body shaky with the excitement of what is to come.

When he opens the door again, he is shirtless. His dark jeans and the black leather belt he wears with them are all that remain. “Summer,” he says to me, holding out his hand. I look up into his gleaming eyes and know I’m in deep shit. I shouldn’t have pushed him to this point. He gave me a direct order to stop, and I didn’t after he had already asked me to leave the subject alone once before. But my own guilt drove me to this point, with my thoughts of the brothers. His refusal must be because of my actions.

Reaching my hand out, I place it in his and let him lift me from my knees, leading me into the dungeon. He closes the door behind us. I turn to face him and wait for my next command. “Undress and then head to the bathroom.” A puzzled look crosses my face. But I do as I’m told and strip off my clothes.

Making my way across the cold concrete floor to the bathroom I see that the light is already on, the counter top has been cleared.

“Face the mirror, hands flat on the countertop. You’re going to watch while you’re punished.” My thoughts are a jumbled mess as they rush through my mind. Another thrill shoots through me, and I internally roll my eyes at myself.

Turning to face the mirror, I don’t break eye contact with him, but in a moment of sheer brattiness, I don’t answer him either. I simply shrug my shoulders and blink slowly at him, daring him with the fire I put in my eyes.

Donnie smiles. “Mmm, baby. You want to play?” I watch his hand slide down my body, then as he makes his way towards my hip, he pushes his hand in between our bodies. I push my ass back at him craving his touch, but that’s when he stops, and I freeze. He doesn’t continue to slowly slide his hand over my ass and down to my wet pussy the way I want. He starts to unbuckle his belt slowly, taking his time doing it with one hand, the other twists in my hair. Stepping forward, he pushes my body with his. We still hold eye contact in the mirror until finally, he has my hips pinned against the counter top with his body. He releases my hair and grabs me by the neck, turning me to look up at him over my shoulder.

“Are you going to listen from now on?” he asks, licking his lips.

“Maybe,” I say, flaring my nostrils at him. I bite my lip then roll my eyes. He smiles and starts to laugh. I know I shouldn’t push him, but I want this. I want him to punish me for what I did with the brothers. My thoughts stop me in my tracks, and it dawns on me that this is what I have needed since we got home, so I can let it go.

I stand up straight and turn to face him. I need to get it out in the open between us. I need to ask him for this and explain why I need it. “Donnie,” I start softly, “I need you to punish me for pushing you. But I need it more for—” I drop my eyes to the floor. I can’t say it out loud. Taking a deep breath, I steady myself. “For what I did. For what I felt and wanted with the brothers. I needed them. I wanted them, Donnie. I knelt to them and submitted willingly, offered myself to them completely.” My words make him tense, and I know that while he suspected as much, that this is still news to him. “Please, we need this, to put it behind us.”

“Ha ha ha, oh, Summer. Hands out in front of you on the counter,” Donnie tells me as he slides his hands down my arms. Taking hold of my wrists, he turns me and flattens my palms on the counter, his palms over the back of my hands. The heat of his body seeps into mine, and I rub my ass against the crotch of his jeans. He steps backward, away from me.

“Do not push me, woman. That’s not what we are here for.” As he finishes speaking, I can hear his belt clearing the loops of his pants, and I squeeze my eyes closed. “No. Eyes open, look up in the mirror, watch.”

His words echo off of the walls. “This is what you want?” I nod to him in the mirror. I do as I’m told and meet his eyes. I can see him holding the belt between both of his hands, folded in half. Watching as the loop drops free from his left hand, he pulls back his arm and swings it towards me. I jerk but keep my eyes open. Nothing happens. The belt never meets my skin. I watch as he lifts his arm again, sure that I will feel the bite of the leather on my skin this time, the same thing happens, and all I feel is a soft breeze over my ass cheeks, sweat prickles under my arms. I’m anxious, waiting.

I’m not sure what he is getting at, but I relax, let him practice his swing. That’s when I feel it. The belt catches me on the bottom edge of my left cheek. While I could see him swing down towards me, I couldn’t see him swinging it back up. I cry out, and tears fill my eyes. I watch in the mirror as Donnie swings the belt again, and it comes down on my right cheek, the pain spreads across my skin, but I remain silent and watch.

For a fourth time, he swings the belt towards me, and I jerk, this time nothing. I can’t tell when he swings if he will make contact or not. Donnie knows what he is doing. He knows he is keeping me from getting the sexual pleasure that I so often find in his beatings. He has figured out how to actually punish me this way, and I feel the tears build up in my eyes and then spill over onto my cheeks.

“Who does your body belong to?” he asks, the belt meeting my ass again. His words catch me off guard. I realize he is in the same headspace as me and that this isn’t about my asking to be turned. He needed to punish me for what I did too. I let out the breath I was holding. Finally.

I gasp. “You, sir.”

I watch him move, catching my hot cheeks on the upswing this time. I shift from foot to foot. The pain spreading over my skin feels like flames that will eat me alive if I let them. This is not the slowly building pain that spreads across my belly and over my skin, slowly making its way to my pussy and building into an orgasm. This is punishment.

“Did you have fun with them, Summer?” Donnie’s voice is low. He quickly hits me another time, the sound echoing off of the tile walls.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Please?” I plead. But I have to be honest, or this thing between us will never end.

I watch as Donnie brings the belt down onto my ass again quickly, then again and again. Tears stain my face, and I’m crying out with each strike of the leather on my skin. Then he drops the belt, steps towards me, and slowly rubs his hands over my bright red ass, soothing my welted skin.

“It’s my turn. You will not come, do you understand?” Donnie asks as he frees himself from his pants. He slides the head of his swollen cock up and down the slit of my soaking wet pussy.

“Yes, sir.” I nod, pushing myself back onto him. He roughly drives forward into me, and I throw one of my hands up and brace myself on the mirror, the other hand on the edge of the counter. He is pounding into me relentlessly. This is not about my pleasure. This is about him using my body as he desires to teach me a lesson. He owns me. I belong solely to him.

“This is my body, and I will fuck you how and when I want. Only me, forever, mine.” His forever, he wants me. No matter what I’ve done in the past. Donnie growls in my ear as he takes my breasts roughly in his hands, keeping up his punishing pace. The counter top digs into my hips, and I whine. My knees weaken under me as my traitorous body, still aroused by his possessiveness, begins to respond to and open up to him. I feel my juices running down my thighs and coating him in my slickness. “Oh, Summer, that’s the dirty whore I know. You love it rough, don’t you?”

Gasping, I nod. “Yes, sir. I’m yours. Claim me, show me who I belong to, please. Help me forget them. I need to come.”

“No!” he growls loudly and steps back from me, releasing his hands from my breasts, he was holding me up, and I fall forward, cold and still wanting him.

“You’re being punished, remember? Turn around, on your knees.” Donnie points to the hard tile floor, and I do as I’m told, kneeling onto the floor in front of him. Stepping towards me, he holds out his cock. “Open,” he commands as he takes hold of my chin, and I open my mouth wide, taking all of him into it. I taste my arousal on him, knowing he was right to stop fucking me. If he had continued, I would have come. He is right. I’m being punished. I deserve to be punished.

Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, he buries his hard length in my throat and without letting up once, fucks my face for what seems like hours. I gag and cough. Spit is running down my chin and coats my breasts. Tears stream down my cheeks and the hard tile floor digs into my knees. “Swallow all of it,” Donnie growls as I feel him start to twitch and come onto my tongue, the tangy taste of him filling my mouth.

Stepping back he lets go of my head, and I see spots of his cum drop to the floor. “Clean it up, slut.” He points and I bend down, stick my tongue out and lick it off of the cool tile. “Look at me, Summer,” he says, and I sit back up onto my knees and meet his eyes. They soften, and I know I have pleased him with my willingness to accept my punishment. Reaching out, he cups my cheek, and I close my eyes and exhale. “You’re a good girl,” Donnie tells me softly. “You’re my good girl, Summer.”

Donnie bends, scoops me up, and carries me to our bed, where he tucks me in and kisses my forehead. “Get some sleep, love.” Then turns to leave the room.

“Wait,” I call to him, sitting up on the bed. “Donnie, please.” My plea makes him turn back towards me.

“Summer, I can’t. I won’t turn you.” His eyes are glowing in the room, and I suck in a breath at the sight.

“No, I won’t ask you again, sir. I accept your decision, I do.” Holding my hand out, I ask him to come back to me in the bed. “Please.”

Nodding once, he crosses the room back towards me. When he perches on the edge of the bed, still tense, I know he is regretting what he has done. All of these months spent telling me it was not my fault, but hating me for what I’d done have come to a head, and we have to work it out.

“I’m sorry, I should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have given up hope that you would find a way.” I wring my hands together in my lap.

“You gave up on us, on me.” He takes a deep breath, and I can see the tears in his eyes. “Summer, I would burn this world to the ground for you. To come for you, all you had to do was wait.”

I sigh. “I know, I’m sorry. Will you be able to forgive me?”

He looks into my eyes. “Love, I never needed to forgive you. You need to forgive yourself. I knew what Balint was doing to you the whole time.” Rubbing his face, he goes on, “When I was fighting him, and I saw the terror and the torn emotions on your face, for him—”

He stops because he raises his voice. “For him, Summer? He was able to get into your mind, but I never expected them to win your heart so easily.”

“They didn’t. It was you. Only you, always, Donnie. Please believe me. The dreams, the things they said, I thought you were gone.” Tears start to flow down my face again. “I thought I was alone, and I had no one to turn to for Rae’s sake but for them.”

He growls, cutting me off, “Mine, my family!” He is shouting, and he stands quickly, pacing the room. “You belong to me. She belongs to me. If anyone tries to take what is mine again, I will make sure they never see the light of day. I’ve done it once, and I will do it again.”

I get out of the bed and cross the room to him. “Donnie, no one is coming for me. No one is going to take Rae from us.”

“We can’t stay here, Summer. We’re going to have to leave, and I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where to go. One day, some time, someone will find out and come looking for us here.”

“I know. We already said we would leave. Rae is here now. We are safe. We can make a decision and go. I will follow you anywhere. You’re it for me. Look at me.” I pull his head down to face him. “I’m never going to give up on you again. This is it. This is our life now. You’re not going to be alone anymore. We’re in this together.”

Donnie closes his arms around me, taking me against his body in a tight embrace. I can hardly breathe for how tightly he holds me to him. “I love you, Summer. I’m so sorry I let them do this to you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t prepare you more for what was out there in the world, for the possibilities of what might come knocking on our door. I led Leo right to you. Please forgive me, Summer.”

I speak into his chest, unable to squirm away from his tight hold on me. “Make me a promise, tonight?”

“Hmm?” I feel the sound rumble through his chest.

“We leave this all behind us, right here, right now. I’ve accepted what I needed from you, the punishment I’ve been craving. We have both apologized, and we need to let it go. If we don’t drop it now and never look back, we won't be able to survive it, and I refuse to let them or anyone else tear us apart again. I swear it, Donnie. This is over.”

Taking me by the shoulders, he holds me tightly but pulls me back from him so I can look into his eyes. “It’s over.” He drops his head, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s over.”